▍ ❝   RULE ONE.
preferably be 21+, im nearly thirty myself so i prefer my writing partners to be in that similar bracket (or older)▍ ❝   RULE TWO.
no tolerance for misogyny, anti-LGBT ideology, racism, ableism, fatphobia, anti-indigenous attitudes, or zionism▍ ❝   RULE THREE.
zero interest with interacting with anyone who uses gen AI assets/usage of chatgpt or derivatives, you can and should do better. create your own work.

▍ ❝   OTHER CONSIDERATIONS.
i tend to avoid: Sol9/Alexandrian/'modern' characters, WoL/msq/echo-bearing characters, or Ascians/ancients.
i don't mind erp, but it has to be narratively earned, not interested in hook-ups or what have you.▍ ❝   WRITING STYLE.
typically prefer paragraph rp, and can easily shift into multi-paragraph, though i typically try to mirror or at least stay in the ballpark of the length my partner is writing at. i seldom (if ever) do one-liner rp, it's not my preferred style. it's all about context, of course, but i try to give a lot to work with to help build a scene and keep it going strong.

▍ ❝   TALK, TALK.
above all else, i value open communication. if there's ever any issues or concerns, send a tell! we're all adults playing dolls here, and there's a measure of respect everyone deserves (to a point). if vibes are good I'm more than happy to share codes and discord as well.▍ ❝   THE WRITER.
age : thirties
pronouns : she/her
timezone : UTC−6 / central
repository of my alternate characters

GENERAL .•   name   :   Hypatia Susana Crane
•   alias   :   none, such things are discouraged
•   gender   :  cis-gendered woman, she / her
•   orientation   :   gay, hasn't a clue on how to express that
•   ethnicity   :   Twelveswood Keeper
•   occupation   :   psychopomp's attendant, initiate esperBACKGROUND.space ❝ + HYPATIA, in brief : quietly tries much too hard. a bit of a tease. humble, or tries to be. doesn't have much patience for nonsense (but expects patience for her own). will occasionally fall into coughing fits, she was very nearly taken by illness as a child. has been playing catch-up for most of her life. that friend of yours who doesn't have many of her own. helped her father with his garden, but could never get her own plants to grow. tutored with a settled mage in her village for a few years. seldom seen without her keeper, a psychopomp by the name of Esther, whom works her intensely.space❝ + AT FIRST GLANCE : she dresses humbly, except when it's cold and she's forced to wear the loud coat her mother spent months sewing for her. always carrying her pack (and ofttimes her associate's pack as well), and her ritual implements. always has a clean cloth tucked into her belt. she smells of spent candles, and the berries she's usually snacking upon. her hands are typically dirt-stained for one reason or another. never cuts her hair, only keeps tying it back into bigger and bigger tails, buns and braids (she thinks it helps her aether reserves).

LOCAL HISTORY.space ❝ THE BREACH. Wynon's Breach, named after its founder Silvis Wynon, is a modestly-sized village nestled within the Twelveswood. As it's name only somewhat implies, it acts as one of the final safe havens before one enters the untamed wilds of the Deepwood. As such, it serves as more of a trading outpost and checkpoint for travelers.space ❝ Silvis Wynon, of Gentle Hold. The residents of Wynon's Breach are a humble bunch that can be traced back to a collection of a few dozen families that settled along the threshold several decades before the Calamity. In the early days, the settlement was frequently set upon by local banditry looking to either plunder or enslave the townsfolk. Silvis Wynon, formerly of a mercenary band that operated in eastern Coerthas, stepped forward to form a more well-trained militia, though skirmishes were still frequent, Silvis' leadership was the key to establishing their foothold fully in the regionspace ❝ PACT. All it took was a single fateful evening. A single cutthroat finds their way into the Breach, into the confines of Silvis' home— killing a man, thinking it to be Silvis himself, and flees into the night. Silvis Wynon, returning home from patrol, not knowing he is a widow, is nearly taken by a desperate rage. Before even burying the body of his beloved, Wynon travels alone past the threshold, into the Deepwood. He returned just before first light, he spoke not of what he saw nor who he spoke with, but a long-standing rumor remains of cloaked individuals surrounding the town two evenings later. Since that evening, the town that would be dubbed Wynon's Breach would never be threatened again. Silvis Wynon, for all of his victories, took his own life the following autumn, leaving what land and belongings he had to his only daughter.

▍ ❝   LITTLE INNKEEPER.
You've traveled through Wynon's Breach in the past, for whatever manner of business it may have been. It's as they say, 'only the brave or the injured stay in the Breach for more than a sennight'. The towns inn was always fairly accommodating, You may not remember her face at first glance, but you certainly remember that big, bushy tail that threatened to knock over glassware, or even knocked into yourself at some point. Hypatia was always a common fixture there, helping and pestering travelers alike. Now you see her passing by, far away from where you saw her last, you really should say hello.▍ ❝   AN UNFORTUNATE EPISODE.
A ghastly hacking can be heard down the lane, or past that great tree, or wherever you happen to be. You happen upon Hypatia doubled over, hardly able to form words, coughing her lungs out. She tries to wave you off, shaking her head, tears in her eyes. It's an upsetting display, and any kind soul would find it difficult not to help her. Could always try to rob her too, one could suppose.

▍ ❝   WAYWARD WORKHORSE.
A crypt ripe for the picking, a long-since abandoned dungeon haunted by some manner of spectre, or simply a cave that used to be a shortcut through the area. It was all but a certainty that you were alone for this trek, doing whatever is it that you happen to be doing, 'o traveler. But then you hear a whimper at your back, and a rather frustrated miqo'te woman is suddenly in sight. 'You're lost too, huh?' She groans as she walks past you, '... could have sworn the exit was this way.'▍ ❝   DEDICATION TO DEATH.
You may have let it slip at some point— she's got great ears, you know— that you mingle with spirits in some manner. Now? She refuses to leave you alone, whatever it is that you are, she wishes to know more. Hypatia carries all manner of things, does all manner of tasks for the woman she attends to as well, 'But! I can be of help to you too, huh? C'mon, anything you need at all, hm?'